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Your Husband, Maria Walker.

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

"You’re my wife. Don’t forget that." He then turned around and walked away.

The elevator doors closed. I was still standing there when they opened again and Adrian stepped back out, moving toward the exit. He was halfway across the floor when his eyes found me. He stopped. Then he changed direction and walked straight toward me. "I don't know who you are," he said, his voice low, "but I am going to say this once. Stay away from my wife. Whatever you think is happening here — parading yourself around a married woman like it is acceptable — you should be ashamed of yourself."

If I comment on it is cool eyecolor The typing stopped, and Mick started talking "Right so on the phone you started to say this is a missing persons case. Can you give me more details? Mick leaned back in his chair, it was the kind that moved when you reclined, and crossed his hands over his stomach, those light-green eyes pinning me in place. It was a little unnerving. "Uh, yeah, well, not missing so much as walked out and left. My wife walked out almost a year ago, saying she needed to not be a wife and mother anymore. We were smothering her, holding her back, and she needed to go find herself. I haven't heard from her since." "Whaat about her family?" I shook my head.

“I remember you had good grades back in high school. But now, you’re…” She trailed off, but I knew what she was going to say. I had been a house husband for a long time. It was because Lily was always so busy working overtime at the office that she would skip meals. I believed that couples had to complement each other. Hence, I chose to quit my job to take care of Lily, so she could fully focus on her career. However, the woman who loved me the most and the woman who would disregard her own safety to save me from a robber had slowly become a stranger.

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

However, breaking down while everyone was watching me was a humiliation I would never subject myself to. “How does it feel to get divorced from the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Davis? You're just trash not worth mentioning.” I looked up the moment I heard divorce. Davis has not told our family yet, and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? My eyes met a smug Louisa, her smile filled with disdain for me. She was Davis’s childhood sweetheart who left him when their family had issues and went abroad. I heard she returned a few months ago but never took it seriously. Now, it seems the gossip vines were right.

James had never gotten over her death — in three years of dating and marriage, he'd never once taken me anywhere near the sea. All of it, because of her. He had only ever fallen for me, married me, because I reminded him of her. I looked at my face in the vanity mirror, and something inside me broke. I dropped to the floor and gagged. I didn't want to think any further. I couldn't stop. They were downstairs right now. What were they saying? What were they doing? I didn't know. I was the wife. I was the one with a ring. And I didn't even have any standing to call them out.